The Night I Made My Best Friend My Obedient Pet

His apartment door creaks open. I step in, long coat sliding off my shoulders onto the couch. Leather leggings cling to my thighs like a second skin, knee-high boots clicking on the floor. Bordeaux corset cinches my waist, pushes my tits high. Thom freezes in the hallway, eyes wide, sweat beading on his forehead. His phone buzzes on the table—ignored. Mine vibrates in my bag, probably friends asking where we are for drinks. Fuck that. Tonight’s not about the bar or club. It’s about his letter burning in my mind all week.

“Coucou, my Doudou. You ready?” I purr, voice low, teasing. He stammers, legs shaky. Knows what’s coming. That handwritten plea—knees, worship, no limits. My perfume hits him, musky vanilla, mixing with his nervous sweat. Heart pounds. Adrenaline surges. No chit-chat, no dinner. Straight to it. That’s me. Modern girl, app-swiping vibe even offline. Chose him with one click in my head after his words. Time to claim.

The Approach

“Doudou, we talk later. Strip. Now.” Fingers tremble on his shirt buttons. Off it goes, chest heaving. Belt unclicks. Pants drop. Boxers follow. Cock springs out, hard, veiny, tip glistening. Fuck yes. My pussy clenches. Phone buzzes again—his this time. Ignore. Urgency builds. Days of silence after his note, tension electric. No more screens, no waiting. Real flesh.

He drops to knees, eyes down. I extend one boot. Zipper rasps down slow. Off it slips. Black nylon stocking, toes pointed. “Kiss it.” Lips press soft. “Lick.” Tongue flicks hesitant. Nylon rasps under it. I moan, hand slipping into legging waistband. Fingers find my slick folds. Wet already. His scent rises—musky arousal. Mine fills the room, intoxicating.

His tongue gains fire, lapping arch, sucking toes through silk. Second boot off. Alternates, massaging heels, devouring. My clit throbs. Legs spread wide on the clic-clac. “Good boy. Now the real treat.” Zipper down, leggings peel off. No panties. Bare pussy lips swollen, dripping. His face dives in. Nose buries in my scent—salty, sweet. Tongue plunges deep.

The Explosion

I grab his hair, grind hard. “Eat your Mistress’s cunt, Doudou. Make me cum.” Slurps echo, wet smacks. Fingers circle my clit. Hips buck. Tension snaps. Orgasm rips through—screaming, thighs quake, juices flood his mouth. He laps every drop, cock twitching untouched.

No pause. I shove him back, straddle. Sink onto his thick shaft. Tight, stretching. “Fuck your Mistress.” Bounce hard, tits heaving in corset. He groans, hands on my ass. Slaps echo. “Harder, slut.” Nails rake his chest. Sweat slicks us. Cock hits deep, g-spot fireworks. Flip him, ride reverse. Ass grinds. His balls slap my wetness. Dirty talk spills: “Your cock’s mine. Beg to fill me.” “Please, Mistress, cum inside.” I clench, milk him. He erupts, hot spurts flood me. I shatter again, howling.

Night blurs. Bind him with belt, tease cock ring-hard. Peg his ass? Later fantasies. Fucked everywhere—floor, bed, shower. Cum everywhere. Exhausted, tangled. Dawn creeps. His snores soft. Slip out quiet. Coat on, door clicks shut. Back to friend zone Monday. Phone buzzes—his text? Ignore. Stranger again. Thrill lingers. That box of fantasies? Still got it. Next draw soon.